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I've been a bad girl
And I've kept pieces of you
Parts that I've taken
And bits that you've given
I hide under my pillow your eyes, well, what's left
The strings of your coarse hairs in a weft
Your palms are at the bottom of my shower drain
The teeth in a box I can barely contain
There are flecks of your heart still stuck in my hair
And no matter how I much I brush they stay there
I keep your initials
At the back of my mind
And your chest leaves a permanent pressure against mine
Your words made of gold I can hardly define
These are the pieces I hope you don't mind
You haven't noticed them yet you haven't bothered the find
The chunks of your soul
that I kept for the hole
You made when you
Left me behind
Her heart is violent and true
Her teeth are always showing
A grimace or a smile
Three cheers to never knowing
Her soul is violet and blue
Her dependency is growing
Another word is penned from bile
The palest moon is glowing
Her body is strung out over you
Her blood is overflowing
short words that rhyme or something similar
You're like ripples of heat cutting through the atmosphere
My desperate depression inducing guilty pleasure
The words make it sound so heavy but it really is as effortless as breath
In and out
You're the feeling of bad tires on a slippery road
The exhalation of a close encounter
A statuesque vision of false hope and love and a queasy stomach
I want to devour your mouth with my mouth
You make my eyes hazy with lustful thoughts
It's an addiction to temptation
You're perfection at 4AM forever on my mind
We are just two beautiful terrible creatures
Aching for freedom and each other and that's all that will ever matter
he's still breathing and drooling all over me
the book i borrowed lies back at me with your eyes
and i can't even read it through for fear of reading my own demise
the songs we've sung all just say your name now
i'm in a white room and it's full of you to the brim
i hate it
i'm in paris and we have never been and yet you haunt me and yet you're here
i am insane and i am alone and still you are behind me whispering
things you've said over and over
things ive only imagined but i know you've thought
in mauregard by night you float across the ceiling
the emptiness of obsession is all im feeling
 May 2015 Derek Zane
Chris Hunts
Don't ******* tell me that you don't remember!
The kisses, the feelings, your body in tremors.
Don't blame it on the whiskey for loving me tonight
I've waited too long, I fought the good fight
I've loved you for days, for weeks, for months,
To get to this point, it's my triumph
I'll never forget the taste of your lips, the weight of your body, the sounds you let slip..
I've taken you to mountains, ranges, and more
I tried so hard that my soul is now sore
The morning after, it's now all the same,
The look in your eyes, not wild, but tame,
The way you speak, so careful and planned
Not at all like the hours just spent before hand
It kills me that liquor is the key to our love
That sober you is so distant and cold
 May 2015 Derek Zane
Chaos
The soft candlelight
Illuminating her grim fate
Flickers in the gentle breeze
The glowing moon
Casts her shadow long
Swinging calmly in the night
Her quiet screams
Suddenly silenced
By the necklace of death
Her troubled soul
Finally set free
From her prison in hell
 May 2015 Derek Zane
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Ace
 May 2015 Derek Zane
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Ace
Our faults lined up like constellations
Shown alight on the midnight sky
We marvelled at them lovingly, in silence
From your bed and mine

Our sins kept us warm like the morning sun
Keeping life within our reach
They awakened our hearts, killed our darkness,
Kept our resolves breached

Our love polluted our hearts with selfishness
Planted resentment in our minds
And now we hate for never finding
Where each other chose to hide
 May 2015 Derek Zane
KM Ramsey
how easy it is to write a poem
of unrequited love
an ode to that insatiable hunger
that lives unwelcome in the pit of
my stomach
and slowly eats away at me
gnawing a black hole into that space
an emptiness i couldn't look at
its darkness burned brighter than
the eclipsed sun
who always called with the most
beautiful voice and promised that
if i simply stopped averting my eyes
i would most certainly become one with you
and i forsake my sight
to have your heat
your radiation from all parts of the spectrum
to burn my traitorous eyes right out of their sockets.

how different it is to write
of contentment and perhaps even
a love that i can reach out and touch
without having it sublimate each atom of my being
and reduce me to a radioactive ash
scattered to the wind.

it's a love that i can submerge myself in
it presses in all around and the
mega-Pascals of pressure simply reach
a placid equilibrium with my porous skin
i breathe it in and my lungs
somehow learn to pull the oxygen from
the molecules of liquid desire and vitreous joy
and it fuels my body
infiltrating and inhabiting every cell
feeding my muscles as i
sensuously move my body
fluid as the frigid water around me.
this might be getting out of control.
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